Lyrics:
Her river flows on, it’ll carry me ‘till dawn
Daylight hits, and it’s my turn to walk away
I got the sun in my eyes, south wind steering me right
I’ll take a page from the small town way, steal me somebody’s wife

...and damned I’ll be...all the way

Whiskey still on my brain, man, I’ll hop the last train
And pray to God I end up in a place I can stay
So won’t you come home with me, and let me do as I please
Again come the daybreak, and I’m already out on the street

Damned I’ll be
Damned I’ll be 
Damned I’ll be 
All the way

Pray for the afternoon pour, if it would only rain more
The puddle in which I’m standing in, is way too clean for me to taste
The reflection at my feet, well I’m told it’s me
A cheap hotel and a bar stool in hell, might make this whole mess complete

Damned I’ll be
 Damned I’ll be 
Damned I’ll be 
All the way

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Elio Deluca: Hammond Organ, Vocals
Lou Ulrich: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Lydia Harrell: Vocals
Danielle Miraglia: Vocals
Written by Rich Podgur 


Damned I'll Be

Lyrics:
Alone with the shadows, they’re giving me the eye
Sawin’ my nerves with the dullest blade
Trapped behind a window where the lead distorts the light
And the ghost of rumor screams down the alley way

In the fools parade the marchers cry
They cry out “have you no shame?”
They’re a violent wonder, but you’re poison to the eye
And this slate’s been beat to hell where the truth resides

Fearless is desire despite the venom in the air
And the heat it brings would singe the heart of all
For the devil lurks in passion, your sheets they are his skin
Your moan the twisted ring of his evil call

In the fools parade the marchers cry
They cry out “have you no shame?”
They’re a violent wonder, but you’re poison to the eye,
And this slate’s been beat to hell where the truth resides

Afraid to look behind me at the carnage on my trail
All I hoped to reach was higher ground
And the ghosts that stand before me, cast your shadow no more
For the rumor fell like the truth amidst a wounded wail

In the fools parade the marchers cry
They cry out “have you no shame?”
They're a violent wonder, but you're poison to the eye,
And this slate’s been blown to hell, where the truth resides

You're the violent wonder, you're the poison to my eye
And this slate's been blown to hell
Hell...

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Written by Rich Podgur

Fools Parade

Lyrics:
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
Don’t blind your eyes again
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
To criticize and cringe

The no holding all scolding is starting to wane
Loves absence is wearing me thin
Seems I lent out my heart to a bag full of veins
Tapped dry by a deep thirst for sin

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
Don’t blind your eyes again
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
To criticize and cringe

Amongst the gadgets and gizmos, bad feet and truckloads
Of fearless, faithless clowns
Who told the tipsy and the merry to steer clear of your ferry
'cuz the anchor was too light to drown

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
Don’t blind your eyes again
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
To criticize and cringe

Annie, I’d never hurt you
I want you to call out my name
Annie, I swear I love you, girl
I forget that you're partially insane

I’m charred, you’re chiseled, you’re fried, I’ve fizzled
Sanctity lies in the ground
I beg, you borrow. Can I see you tomorrow?
Annie, please stick around

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
Don’t blind your eyes again
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise
To criticize and cringe
Don't criticize me!

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Elio Deluca: Hammond Organ, Vocals
Wayne Whittaker: Bass 
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Written by Rich Podgur


Annie

Lyrics:
Some roadside pride took twenty-five lives
That's when it all began
The dust you could chew while the shrapnel flew
Blowin' arms from their trusty hands
The innocents screamed for civilian means
While the armor made its stand
Planes would fly by poking holes in the sky
Leaking prayer on the dead and damned

This is an ode....
To their dying day

The sun went down in a Jersey town
'round the time the cameras rolled
A hard working man was beat from his tan
His body laid bloodied and cold
It was 7:17 at the hospital scene
When the actress got too bold
She clipped several hundred clams from the soul of his pants
Robbed of dignity, life, and gold

This is an ode...
To his dying day

A sky roaming plane shot through the rain
Crashed in the Karachi hills
Survivors were few from one-fifty-two
The rescuers braved the chill
The trip had been grand, the plane was to land
It was only minutes away
But the weather turned mean, the clouds lost their sheen
The airbus and faithful lay slain

Who's to blame?...
For their Dying Day
Ain't it a shame....

A Massachusetts man took his wife in his hands
You can guess what happened from there
Their child looked on sensing something was wrong
Mom's blood trickled down the stairs
This childhood friends' in a concrete pen
His family ain't no more
But the scriptures all say if you kill you must pay
No matter angel, sinner, or whore

This is an ode...
To their dying day
The story's been told...

Some roadside pride took twenty-five lives
That's when it all began...

Rich Podgur: Vocals
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Elio Deluca: Hammond Organ
Lou Ulrich: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Written by Rich Podgur

Dying Day

Lyrics:
I picked you up from off the mantle
And I could feel you from down the hall
Introduced among the candles
We wept and curled up in a ball

Save, save a place
Save a place for us to fill

I spent my days walking backwards
And all that time I’m thinking I’m right
But you came along and soaked up my sadness
You made damn sure my eyes were wide

Save, save a place 
Save a place for us to fill
Save, save a place
Save a place among this thrill

I’ll show you in a light that’s bright and famous
Famous for faith and being true
You sussed me out while I was aimless
Now I pledge myself to you

Save, save a place 
Save a place for us to fill
Save, save a place
Save a place among this thrill
Save, save a place (saving it up sometime)
Save a place, I hope you will

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Elio Deluca: Wurlitzer, Vocals
Lou Ulrich: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Written by Rich Podgur

Save A Place

Lyrics:
I had a dream about candied bridges,
Soup kitchens, and Marlboro Reds
And I was friends with Sam Houston,
Dave and Goliath, and Johnny Bench

You had drinks with Pete Seeger 
In Rosarito as the sun went down
And there we'd sing songs by John Lennon,
Bob Dylan, and Bozo the Clown

Strange how we find out, it’s love that’s what matters
No point in goin’ it alone
Some say they’ve realized it’s chains and mad hatters
And sweet talkin’ rhymes between the deaf and the blind
‘round a hole

I painted this town with no companion
On a wild stallion wearin’ a thorny crown
You’d been to the top of the highest mountain,
Drank from a whiskey fountain, and you ain’t never looked down

We saw the fall of the greatest hero
Who was labeled a zero in the aftermath
And we saw the rise of Joe criminal
And his ceremonial spreading of ash

Strange how we find out, it’s love that’s what matters
No point in goin’ it alone
Some say they’ve realized it’s chains and mad hatters
And sweet talkin’ rhymes between the deaf and the blind
‘round a hole

So damn long, I wanted you so damn long
Wanted you so damn long, I wanted you so
So damn long, I wanted you so damn long
Wanted you so damn long, I wanted you so

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Jef Charland: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Elio Deluca: Vocals
Lydia Harrell: Vocals
Danielle Miraglia: Vocals
Written by Rich Podgur

Chains & Mad Hatters

Lyrics:
She told me she thought I was funny
She told me I was kind
She didn’t care I had no money
She said she really dug my mind

She told me once I left her speechless
One time even gazing at the stars
She said she loved our conversations
While her top-forty shit teared through the car

Well it’s time I see, she sunk deep into me
She sunk deep into me every time
She opened her mouth, or kicked me off her couch
So I’m taking you, taking your love, it’s taking time

She hinted I’m in, then came on slowly
Well I played my part, and I threw it all to chance
She’d charm the devil unto holy
Then she'd rob the bastard of all his evil plans.

Well it’s time I see, she sunk deep into me
She sunk deep into me every time
That she opened up her mouth, or kicked me off her couch
So I’m taking you, taking your love, it’s taking time

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Wayne Whittaker: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Elio Deluca: Vocals
Written by Rich Podgur

Sunk In Deep

Lyrics:
Through times so bright and so dark
Over letters from the heart
Through songs, our bond, it thrived
Through jokes, through tears
In remembrance of the years
We swore that we’d drink the well dry

Now our time has reached the end
I’ll turn my back to your wind
I won’t drink with you again
Baby, goodbye

There’s pain, there’s doubt
I fear time’s running out
Some say our worlds did collide
But I’ve got my life, got my dream
Time to bow out of this scene
For I’ve stared down your storm with just one eye

Now our time has reached the end
I’ll turn my back to your wind
I won’t drink with you again
Baby, goodbye

All the good times they will last
They’ll just live in the past
Fare-thee-well it’s been a blast
Baby, goodbye

For our time has reached the end
I’ll turn my back to your wind
I won’t drink to you again
Baby, goodbye

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Elio Deluca: Hammond Organ, Vocals
Wayne Whittaker: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Written by Rich Podgur

Back To Your Wind

Lyrics:
Like the fate of a flower
Or the oceans pounding roar
We’re wandering foot soldiers
Here in life trying to score
Me, I’m too late for the railroad
Babe I don’t dig machines
I’m just a lonely folk singer
Caught up in you, Christine

Be it the heat of suggestion
Or the fear on my brow
I’m told time waits for no one
I say our time is now

‘Cuz I walked through the valley
Babe I’ve trudged along the shores
I’ve been rolled in some alleys
When I lost count of the pours
But for all that is certain....
See, I’m far, far from green
It’s when the light hits your eyes
And I melt, Christine

Be it the heat of suggestion
Or the fear on my brow
I’m told time waits for no one
I say our time is now
So lay me down slowly
For I’m new to this scene
All I have are my wants
And I tend not to dream

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Wayne Whittaker: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Elio Deluca: Vocals
Written by Rich Podgur



Christine

Lyrics:
There's blue above and brown below
Be still my heart and after glow
Time will tell, it just won’t show
The chilling pace at which we’ve grown….

Like broken bones and rusted lines
A voice that’s shot and traffic fines
The rage that’s age, the great decline
The gift of birth, a crooked spine

Wander here, wander there
Wonder why, disappear
Into the fog, kiss the clear
Dry your lips, burn your tears

What's blue above is rot below
What beats in time will cease in flow
Stories fold and no one knows
How those so close could ever grow….
Apart...

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Hinckley: Guitar
Wayne Whittaker: Bass
Gavin McCarthy: Drums
Written by Rich Podgur 

Apart

Folk elevation artist and singer/songwriter Rich Podgur came home to New England last year and reunited with his roots as well as with local musicians, guitarist Dave Hinckley (Faces on Film) and drummer Gavin McCarthy (Beat Circus, Karate), to create The Low In Between. Their debut full-length album, Apart, is just out and it stands distinctly apart from the current breezy jumble of indie-pop as a soulful breath of smoke-filled air. 

It’s not so much just an exquisitely-crafted album as it is a stirring soundtrack tailored to your changing moods. All ten songs are haunting, beloved, and familiar before you even hear them through.  

It could be the sense of sweet homecoming that inspires Podgur’s passion as his rich vocal sound spins enchanting modern yarns for every urban cowgirl and boy. His thoughtful lyrics are both darkly wry and genuinely uplifting. And as the lyrics speak to you, the guitars are right there next to you. Warm, inviting, and oh-so-hook-y. 

Apart was not recorded live in a dim lounge with a rough hewn bar and a vested barkeep slinging whiskey, but it sounds that way. Though the reverberations of 160 year old barn walls at the Soul Shop in Medford, MA, don’t hurt. The recording venue for Apart, Elio DeLuca (co-producer, engineer, organ, wurlitzer, and background vocals) and Patrick Grenham’s renowned Soul Shop served as both canvas and muse.  

The Low in Between also plays well with others, adding the contributions of some of the area’s finest in bassists Wayne Whittaker, Lou Ulrich, and Jef Charland, in addition to the vocal talents of Danielle Miraglia and Lydia Harrell, completing a who’s who of Boston-area music lovers and purveyors.
 
Podgur describes the songs as “full of warmth and honesty.” The album is indeed warm and honest. It is also raw, genuine, tragic, uplifting, and toe-tapping.

Apart
Independent release from The Low In Between
Available at Bandcamp
https://thelowinbetween.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/lowinbetween
richpodgurmusic@gmail.com
